Miss Me, Miss Me Good
It is 2014, the dawn of a new year and everything is going great until I get a text out of the blue that disrupts my calm… it’s a text message from mr horrible. What does he have to say to me? Something stupid about how he misses me and he wonders if I miss him. Dude, no.
Studies Show Textbook Douchebaggery Causes Irritation
Mr. Horrible accidentally texted me instead of his girlfriend. A smiley face he never once sent me in 14 years. That about covers it.
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Having served in the Navy sometimes feels like it happened to somebody else. Except for when life reminds me through a series of unfortunate events.
Boxes vs Papers – Clash of the Titans
I have painted myself into a dangerous corner. I don’t want to label it procrastination because I would think that what I had been doing instead of doing my papers would have been fun (like watching TV or reading a book), but it too has been work and just as important.
Unpacking Baggage, Excess and Otherwise…
I have stuff, and it all arrived finally this past week. Just so this happened the day after I picked up mr horrible from the airport. Happy coincidence? Yes.
